The corpses were still laid out as they were, and there were no footprints left on the half-dried blood on the ground, but Roland's shoes suddenly disappeared.
"Did the ghost take it?"
Roland was startled as soon as he spoke.
Don't tell me, it's really possible.
Considering that the leader of this street is the undead, maybe it was really a ghost that took away Roland's boots.
"...But if that's the case, why didn't the ghost take my suitcase with it?"
Roland looked at the suitcase placed in the corner with some distress.
Because the suitcase contained his own black cane, Roland was cautious and did not enter the territory of the Tree of Passion with the suitcase.
The black vine set can be used up to the silver level - this conclusion was made by Roland as a player. In this real world where there is no copy-level equipment, I am afraid that many gold level druids will not be able to use this level of equipment.
Wizards need to buy a lot of experimental materials, and druids need to buy a lot of seeds and various potions. Only priests have temples to take care of their food and shelter, and don't need to buy anything, so they can save money to attack dark blue equipment.
This embarrassing situation did not get better until the resurgence of the plague was over and productivity was greatly improved.
Roland did not forget that the man inside was also a druid. If the Tormented Tree wanted the black vine set, Roland would not be able to keep his equipment.
Although the reputation of the Passion Tree is very good, and as an elder, he probably would not be so unethical, but Roland does not intend to hand over the ownership of his equipment to the integrity of others. This is the same as agreeing to sell things in the game.
The other party's demand for goods first and money later is equally stupid.
However, Roland would not be at ease if he just threw his suitcase here. Although no one would probably come in to this nameless alley once a month, the wine bottle Roland threw out before probably attracted a few people to check at the door.
For a moment.
As long as the other party is an old man who has lived in the City of Fortune for a long time, he will definitely know that controlling one's curiosity is the most important rule to survive here. How many people are hidden in such crooked and narrow alleys?
It's impossible to see clearly from outside.
The most people who come here can smell is a strong smell of blood in the air.
But just in case, Roland hid the bloody vines in his suitcase - not to attack the enemy, but to drain away the magic power.
If someone approaches the suitcase, the active vines formed by these winding spells will be triggered, directly draining away the magic power that Roland left inside to supply the anti-gravity alchemy circle, turning the suitcase into an iron lump again.
The reason why Roland didn't directly drain away the magic power when he left was to prevent wizards from coming here.
Although it is unlikely, if a wizard dares to come in at the risk of being beaten, he will still be able to see a small suitcase among the broken corpses on the ground, and recognize that it is Su Ze's belongings from a hundred years ago.
The alchemy process can recognize the model at the same time, identify the magic circuit after the winding spell draws away the magic power, and inject his own magic power into it to activate the magic circle and take away the suitcase - if so many conditions can be met at the same time, then Roland really has nothing to lose.
Talk.
In order to prevent this situation, Roland's entanglement technique can play the role of a coordinate. Roland can completely chase the vines hidden in his suitcase all the way there - although the entanglement technique can generally only last for an hour
It is active, but if the entanglement spell is not activated, then it is no different from an ordinary tree vine, and the magic power inside it will not dissipate even if it is pretending to be dead for three days.
This is exactly the principle of the Druid's three-ring magic winding trap.
Then the problem comes.
If a ghost took away his boots, it would indeed mean that there were no footprints. However, the ghost's ability to sense life can detect that there is a transmitter hidden in the box. It can directly use incorporeal attacks to kill the person inside.
vines and then imbue the box with magic and take it away.
But if the ghost hadn't taken it away, how could he have come in and taken away Roland's boots without leaving any footprints?
Suddenly, Roland thought of someone.
He does have this ability, and he also has this reason to do such perverted and boring things.
"Oh, you are really nosy."
Roland chuckled.
He lifted the suitcase with his right hand, and with a thought, three vines spread out from the ends of Roland's limbs and hung lightly on nearby buildings.
With a little effort, Roland swayed out of the alley like a swing and landed lightly on the ground.
Even if he didn't need to enter the territory of the Tree of Passion, Roland didn't want to get his feet dirty for no reason.
If there is a need, it doesn't matter if Roland is covered in blood or brains. But if there is no need, Roland hopes that he can maintain the elegance, cleanness and lightness of a cat.
In Roland's opinion, those barbarians who covered themselves with blood, slime and dirt were simply stupid - didn't he know whether he felt uncomfortable or not?
If he has to be covered in blood to instill fear in the enemy, it means that this person's ability is no more than that.
"In order to prevent that guy from helping me again, I will prove it first."
Roland looked at the people around him who were first frightened by Roland falling from the sky, and then calmed down and then gathered around them with malicious intentions, and showed a smile full of goodwill.
Six vines twisted like snakes and crawled out from between Roland's fingers, inside his clothes, and even from his mouth. They wrapped around Roland's body, dancing unconsciously, and gradually became stained with a layer of gray color.
It was the aura of the debilitating touch.
The black figure was reflected in the eyes of the gangsters who gathered in the crowd, twisted like a devil.
"Come and play with my vine...it won't show mercy."
Roland's eyes became gentler, and a halo of light flowed in his eyes like water waves.
The wail of pain is so beautiful.
Fearful people are so cute.
Even the fear overflowing in his heart due to the unspeakable nightmare made Roland feel a real sense of joy.
After his parents died, Roland, who seemed to be separated by a layer of barrier from everything he encountered, finally regained the joyful feeling he had in his childhood.
...Is it the effect of the soul mutation? Roland's twisted pleasure compensation mechanism has been somewhat repaired...or has it become more twisted?
who cares.
Although he felt a little dissatisfied that he had become a little "greedy for pleasure", Roland was confident that the current degree of soul change was completely under the control of reason.
Maybe there will be some changes in his methods of doing things, but Roland will never risk his life to pursue happiness at the expense of others.
Surviving is still Roland's first goal.
He wants to live to see such a beautiful future. To do this, he will do whatever it takes.
But before that...
"...It's common sense to have some fun before the decisive battle."
Roland licked the corner of his mouth, and the vines wrapped around his body shot out like snakes, wrapping around the gangsters who had just turned around and wanted to escape.
"Little fool, don't expose your back to the enemy. Didn't your mother teach you?"
Manipulating the vines to unscrew the right arm of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with scars all over his body, Roland gently touched his head: "If you still don't run away after seeing such a strong enemy, your father didn't teach you how to kneel down and beg for mercy."
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"...Well, if kneeling down can solve the problem, what kind of laws do we need in the City of Fortune? Is this what your uncle next door taught you?"
No, no, these people don’t understand at all.
Roland shook his head in disappointment.
It’s time to change the laws of the City of Fortune.
At that moment, Roland's pupils turned into a silvery gray like mercury.
He seemed to hear the girl's joyful laughter in his ears.
Listening to the hysterical screams and the crunching of bones coming from downstairs, the residents of Nos. 13 and 14 Riblade Street shrugged their shoulders and closed their windows tighter.
This kind of thing happens every day. When the sun rises completely, just go downstairs and get water to flush the dirty things into the sewer. Isn't that what the developed sewage treatment system in Fortune City is used for?
If you are lucky enough to find some body parts when cleaning the environment downstairs, package them up and sell them to a pig farm or slaughterhouse, and you will have enough money for a meal.
It is none of their business whether the carcass is used to feed pigs or chopped into stuffing and sold directly.
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